a film’s only worth can’t just lie in being a relic of collective or personal history — and i think that’s the answer here. a kind of nationalism that never quite speaks to the international sense of oppression it tries to evoke, a cinema too aged to touch a modern audience. i tried to give it every chance, but not once did i feel a pulse of connection with anyone on screen. a huge disappointment. i’m ending the trilogy here. i’m done believing in the man who digs the soil when he’s this close to diamonds.
a film’s only worth can’t just lie in being a relic of collective or personal history — and i think that’s the answer here. a kind of nationalism that never quite speaks to the international sense of oppression it tries to evoke, a cinema too aged to touch a modern audience. i tried to give it every chance, but not once did i feel a pulse of connection with anyone on screen. a huge disappointment. i’m ending the trilogy here. i’m done believing in the man who digs the soil when he’s this close to diamonds.
